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Here’s my newest collection of short stories. The book is inspired by real people suffering mental disorders, and aims to raise awareness against stigma. I write this not only as a psychiatrist, but also as a patient.

John Green is one of the few who’ve made me laugh and cry in one moment. Also, I’ve been laughing throughout the book, but for some reason, I burst out crying as I finished. Maybe because I didn’t want it to end, or maybe because I have never read something so beautiful.

I wonder how he came up with this brilliantly-constructed plot, how artistically he sculpted each character making such a hard-to-put-down book. I bet it wasn’t easy.

And it’s worthy to mention that this’s the first time I wasn’t offended by a Muslim character. Some aspects of Hassan’s beliefs weren’t so accurate as well as some of the Arabic, but still,I find the effort John Green put in this story very remarkable and impressive.

I let out a long “Awwww!” when I finished reading. This is one of the best-written books I have ever encountered, and Emma Orczy has officially become my top favourite classic female writer (yes, she has just surpassed Jane Austen)!

I was amazed by her assembly of words since the opening paragraph. Although the plot is so predictable, that you solve all the mysteries before she exposes them, although there were points were I felt that Marguerite, the smartest woman in Europe, couldn’t be that foolish, and other points where the pace was almost stagnant, I couldn’t help but enjoy and feel entertained by every line. After all, Emma Orczy still managed to make me fall for The Scarlet Pimpernel and his audacious wits! 🙂

I have just published a new book on Wattpad! A collection of flash fiction pieces about strangers who cross our path. Feel free to check the first chapter! I would really appreciate it if you took the time to read it. Here’s the link:

This is my first time to give up on a book. Halfway through, I just couldn’t go further, for every thought the author conveyed provoked me. The mere character of Shams was confusing. I don’t know much, but if Shams symbolised Sufism, then he made it sound like complete nonsense; utter crap!

The so called “forty rules” rather complicated the love of God than simplify and elaborate it. I could sense a repelling tone of superiority in Shams’s words; as if ordinary people who embrace the moderate path of Islam are brain-washed and misguided. Perhaps I haven’t grasped the meanings the author wanted me to understand, but I’m not willing to give this book a second chance.